I’m getting really annoyed and upset now.
11 days ago, I was told that my surgery was on the urgent list and therefore would be likely within the week, or if not, within 14 days.
I spent the best part of 6 hours trying to get through on the telephone last Monday to get my hospital admission date. Nobody on the bookings line would answer the telephone to me or call me back, despite the line alternating between ringing and engaged. Eventually I was told that my consultant (whom is my surgeon) was on holiday, so my surgery would not even be booked that week, let alone carried out. I was told to call back the following Monday.
Yesterday I called back, numerous times. Again the phone alternated between engaged and ringing. I called my Consultant’s secretary as I was getting fed up of no answer on the booking line. They promised to get someone to call me straight away.
Today, I’m back to the engaged/ringing of the booking line and still no answers.
Fed up and frustrated after sitting up most of last night dwelling on the poisonous thoughts inside my head, I decided to call my MacMillan nurse. My MacMillan nurse is a lovely lady and she works alongside my consultant and my oncologist, so I thought she could help.
Guess what… She’s on holiday until next Monday!
Why don’t I speak to my Oncologist? Well because they haven’t even told me my Oncologists name yet!!!
I am now feeling quite trapped and very alone. I have all these questions and nobody to answer them. I’m dreading my surgery, but I still need to know the date. I need to organise my mum to come up and watch the children. I need to plan. I need to know in my head that these bastard cells are going to be cut out and nuked before they spread any further.
So who do I turn to now?